What do you make of this?

At first I was in a building n Manhattan. I think I immediately got my job back and with a promotion. I don't know how I encountered Omar but before I did, I was making a doll. The body parts didn't match though. The skin color of the hands and feet and face were different from the rest of the body.

So someone is chasing me. I'm running from this person at the bottom of the building. There's so many bushes around and I'm just hiding under them from every person. Suddenly, I'm in Omar's "territory" which apparently to the dream, wasn't a good place to be in. He caught me and took a knife. He grabbed my hand and slit my one of my fingers. He tried to go for the next one but I escaped. I was able to run. I head towards the building again and for some reason I was in an upper floor. I went in an elevator and attempted to go up but Omar sounded the alarm causing everyone in the building to leave it and the elevators to go all down. I tried to go through different exits of the building hiding in the crowd hoping he wasn't in any of them waiting for me.

I made it out safely and ran into a shop thinking "Omar wouldn't find me in a place like this. It's all ghetto and he knows I don't like this type of clothes" I asked the guy at the register if I could use his dressing room to hide and use my phone. He mentioned that someone was looking for me. It was brought to my attention that Omar had been searching for me in this whole city before he actually got to me in the building. So I realize the doors of the shop were clear enough for ppl to see whats inside so I hide quickly behind the posters attached to the windows. And the guy at the register says "Is that him?" I look out and Omar was there rushing towards the shop. He tries to open the door but I wouldn't let him. I held it shut but it seemed like he over powered me.

The guy at the register suddenly came in with a beaten up car and took me in his car. He forced me into the driver's seat and got out of the car. He told me to drive and drive. I hit the gas pedal but was crashing into everything causing the car to fall to pieces. Omar got a whip of his own that was much stronger and chased after me with it. I was hysterically crying because he kept trying to crash my car. My car only had the back wheels on and was falling more and more into pieces.

What was weird about it is that Omar was after my fingers. He wanted to slit 8 of them. He only got to 1 and a half but I don't know what his intentions were. It felt like it was a game to him. At first he gets 8 fingers from me. Then 16 from other people. Then 32 from more people. At the end I saw a chart describing the kind of person I am, in fact it was describing my character in Crusade, Mia. But it was odd because she was described as a HE and it had nothing to do with her personality.

I woke up. I fell back asleep and found myself playing the game myself but a more safer and less sadistic way of collecting my 8/16/32 I had a balloon and I thought that if I blew it up, I'd count my 8 by the people who looked at me whenever I popped it. then again and count every 16 and so forth with 32. I woke up again. It was really odd.

Fuck my last blog. Screw people. :/